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Saturday, May 25, 2019

David Tennant’s an idiot

yeah… that pretty much describes my weekend at megacon.

Nah, in all seriousness, I’m glad we sprung for Friday and Saturday. Friday was spent getting all my autographs done and seeing both David Tennant’s and Mark Sheppard’s panels.

God, Mark’s broke my heart, though. Everyone wanted to talk about Supernatural and his experience with the show wasn’t the greatest. The way they wrote his character at the end… even I was pissed off and I was only watching it on TV. I couldn’t imagine having to go to work and deal with that shit. I will freely admit to bursting into tears when he started talking about the #SPNFamily. We are a fandom as fucked up and broken as the characters we love, but when we pull together, we change the world. To hear him talk about us from a cast member’s perspective… I know our acts don’t go unnoticed by the cast, but damn. To actually hear it? In person? I’m tearing up now.

Saturday was BARROWMAN’S panel. Holy fuck. He is always worth the price of admission. I will always go to a con he’s at (if it’s local and within budget…I have Disney races to pay for and they are not cheap!) We got in line at 1PM for a 4:30 panel. Yeah. ONE P.M. We waited for three and a half hours for that man. The best part was when a MegaCon staff member stopped by and proceeded to warn the people with small children that MC could not control what John was going to say and it might be best to skip the panel. And yet, there were small children. One little girl was sent up to the stage to ask a question for her father. Dad’s name? Richard. I’ll let you guess how hysterical his reaction to that little nugget of information was.

 

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In other news, Quidditch ended on the 15th and I crushed 50 miles.

Fifty fucking miles.

I thought that I’d get one, maybe two, miles in a day.

My last day, I got in seven miles. S-E-V-E-N.

(And then I was reminded by how much I love fucking shin splints…. and promptly took a week off to heal.)

I’ve also signed up for three races and wrote the following FB status so I’d always have a yearly reminder of how far I’ve come.

BANK: You just made three purchases from RunSignUp.com.

Please confirm that you have LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND and that these aren’t fraudulent transactions.

ME: *thinking*

Two 5Ks back to back in June and a 5K/Half Marathon in December… yep, lost my fucking mind.

There’s another Whovian Running Club race I want to sign up for. I’m still waiting for my Enochian 9K medal to arrive. AND there’s still several IRL races I’ve found that I want to run.

I suppose there are worst things I can do with my time…

Posted by Matty on 05/25 at 01:30 PM
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Sunday, May 05, 2019

The girl loves her bling…

for those days I know future me will have at some point :: as of 5 may, 2019

 

Medal Distance Medal Distance
Victor E. Dash 5K (2017)    3.1 miles       Forgotten 5K   3.1 miles  
Big Cat 5K   3.1 miles       Armchair to 5K   3.1 miles  
Victor E. Dash 5K (2018)    3.1 miles       Baby 6.7K   4.2 miles  
Dumbledore’s Army 5K   3.1 miles       Handles 5K   3.1 miles  
Hedwig Memorial 5K   3.1 miles       Don’t You 4K About Me   2.5 miles  
Nargle 9K   5.6 miles       Hell in High Heels 12K   7.5 miles  
Platform 9 3/4K   6.1 miles       Stage 5 Clinger 5K   3.1 miles  
Universal Orlando Fun Run 5K   3.1 miles       Star Wars Half Marathon   13.1 miles  
Royal 10K   6.2 miles       Paws for a Cause 5K   3.1 miles  
Winding Waters 5K   3.1 miles       TOTAL INTENTIONAL MILES:    82.4  

Posted by Matty on 05/05 at 03:42 PM
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Saturday, May 04, 2019

#kissesforbill

sweaty selfie :: big cat 5k :: palm beach zoo

This might be my last 5K with my husband. We normally walk them together, but he seems less and less interested. Plus, I want to start running them and he’s not going to do that. (Yet?)

On to Quidditch…

The dementors started running on the 2nd, giving the House teams a head start. Despite not being a competitive group, I’ve been outdoing myself to get the miles. I want to prove to myself more than anything that I can survive Quidditch and push myself to the point where the house teams are fighting themselves to get me in the Fall Quidditch “draft”.

Seriously.

Thursday, it was pouring so I hopped on the treadmill and planned to do a couch to 5K work out. Did that. Wasn’t tired, so I kept walking. Then it became a game to see how many miles I could go or for how long before I totally crapped out.

(This is the FUCK IT factor at work, by the way)

I crushed a little over 6 miles - a 10K.

Yesterday, I did a little over 5 miles.

Today, I did 3.3 at the Big Cat 5K and then hopped on the treadmill for another 1.7 as soon as we got home. No lie. It was the dementor power hour - all miles are doubled - so how could I sit on the couch? (FUCK IT! I can keep going…)

Tonight, I’m planning on taking the dog for a walk. Hopefully, the next PH will fall when I’m ready to drop my next batch of miles.

And for what it’s worth, I’m in 10th place for total miles in our group of 60. TENTH.

I’ve never done sixteen miles consecutively unless I was at Universal. I’ve done those sixteen in three days - thirteen which count towards PHRC medals. I’ve already claimed my last two 5Ks. I have a bunch of half marathon medals to complete. If I keep this up, I’ll have completed all the Potterhead/Whovian medals I have before Quidditch ends.

I’ll work on distances and speed soon. Right now I want to focus more on stamina. Making sure my fat ass doesn’t keel over, that sort of thing. I’ve been dropping weight, which is helping, so I’ve got that in my favour. Less weight means less strain on my knees and they’ve always been the first to get screwed up, whether it’s volleyball, marching band, skiing… I so much as think of being active and my knees act up.

I’m going to finish Quidditch and then go back to my training plans. Losing three weeks in my training won’t make a big deal because right now I’m paced to peak in early November. If I can shift peaking closer to December, I’ll still be fine for the Disney Half.

I think I’ve completely lost my mind, and I’m not sure I want to find it….

Posted by Matty on 05/04 at 02:26 PM
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Sunday, April 28, 2019

Adopted by an extrovert

ukrainian ironbelly :: gringott’s bank :: diagon alley

I’ve been known to do some random, completely out of character shit sometimes.

I’ve also been known to do some random, completely IN character shit sometimes.

I’m not sure which situation is worse…

I have, however, decided that the mere utterance of the phrase “FUCK IT!” is a harbinger of A. Very. Bad. Decision.

I had a grade-A FUCK IT! moment in the car on Saturday.

Despite having more than enough time to prepare for the half marathon, I decided to look at a training plan a good friend recommended. He did run the Boston Marathon, after all. His advice is… well, it’s something I’ve been paying a lot of attention to.

I’d worked out that I could do a training plan that started with a 5K and ran me through a half by NOVEMBER. By March, I’d be able to run a marathon. I’m going to figure out how to go from March to January so that in 2021 I CAN complete the Dopey.

So, that thing about being ready for a half in November?

My friend is going down to run the Two Course Challenge during Wine & Dine Weekend.

That’s a 10K and a Half. Completely do-able by the dates of the runs.

And I want to see her, so…

FUCK IT! I’m going to register for the Challenge.

(And then, the voice of reason said that the cost of a hotel room was prohibitive and there will be no fucking of the it. This time.)

However, the Fairy Tale Challenge is calling my name, and I’ve already decided that I’m doing the Rival Run / Kessel Run Challenges in April.

All that to say, we were at the Orlando Informer Meet Up last night and I met probably the most ridiculously extroverted person I have EVER come across.

She is a twelve time Dopey finisher and she and her mother are Disney race experts.

E X P E R T S

We talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked… and now I have a new friend.

Who can help my ass survive the races.

I’ll take it.

 

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Speaking of running…

The PHRC is doing its spring Quidditch cup competition in the beginning of May. It’s a virtual race (of course) whose miles are logged on Racery, which makes it a little different from all the other races. There are are nineteen teams and the idea is to log over 3K miles over the two weeks.

I am not a runner (yet), so I didn’t make a house team. I did however join a Dementor team. Dementors are meant to lap the house teams and cost them miles. It’s all in fun, but just the idea of Quidditch is bringing out a competitive side of me that I didn’t really know existed.

At least not where exercising was concerned. *grin*

Posted by Matty on 04/28 at 07:32 PM
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Tuesday, March 26, 2019

I solemnly swear I am up to #somuchgood

happy birthday to me

I know it’s a stupid piece of metal holding other stupid pieces of metal (and one piece of wood), but I am sooooooo pleased with this.

We won’t talk about all the other medals I need to complete.

Seriously. We’re not going to.

 

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Things are settling down.

I’m starting to find a rhythm. A method to the madness.

A way to tolerate a BLT sandwich that isn’t particularly fond of lettuce.

Yeah. You probably don’t want to know.

 

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I just put our schedule up on the whiteboard.

Holy shit, we’re going to be busy this summer.

 

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Had the best birthday ever -  TWO trips to Universal.

One with my little brother from another mother and his family. So nice to spend time with him.

One by myself. Which was even better. I fucking love going to Universal by myself.

The best part of going to Universal (besides spending all day in Diagon Alley and HOT butterbeer (HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!)) was when I bought ice cream for that mom and her daughter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice-Cream Parlour. There was something about the two of them that made me wish it wasn’t the 26th anniversary of my mother’s death on the 18th or the fact that my father died when I was 26.

Yeah. For not liking numbers, there’s a certain symmetry that’s always bothersome when the numbers line up like that.

Anyhoo… they were behind me in line and there was something about them. (Yes, I know I already said that.) When I offered to pay for their ice cream, the mother hugged the shit out of me. The cashier wouldn’t stop telling me how amazing I was for doing that.

But, in truth, I did it because I was jealous of their relationship.

Because that’s the best fucking reason to do something nice for someone, right?

I never said my actions make sense.

 

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In other news, no more Sims. That’s a pretty good thing.

Working on my Drarry fanfic again after putting it into time out. (Why did I have to fuck up a perfectly good Drarry fic with soulmates and Weasley twins? Soulmates, pffffffft.)

Continuing work on my Yuri!!! on Ice fan fic, too. I think I’ve mentioned what a little shit Yurio is, so he’s been a lot of fun to write.

Reread my 2017 NaNoWriMo Teen Wolf (trainwreck of a) fic. I think there’s a lot of potential there, but I’m knee deep in two other fandoms. I’m good at multi-taking, but that’s way too many voices in my head clamouring for attention.

Oh. Wait. I can’t talk about the voices in my head. That’s bad.

Can I talk about hearing the fucking Hamilton soundtrack on a never ending loop in my head? It’s the earworm that refuses to go away. For weeks now, I can’t replace it with ANYTHING else. And, so help me Dog, have I tried…

Hallucination or earworm?

You decide. I’m going to bed.

Posted by Matty on 03/26 at 08:53 PM
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